F O U R T E E N

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F O U R T E E N; heart to rot

Your fingers formed an armed gun
A bullet thrown out for me to run
It went straight to my shallow heart
Your words are bitter like lemon and tart

You've reckoned a piece of my life
Felt like a stab with a pointy knife
That's how it feels to be betrayed
That's when I knew you were fake

The looks of disgust are thrown my way
When can I ever feel a bit safe
Please give my heart a break, you say
I laughed with a knife in my hand, "time for you to pay"

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poem is a bit weird but it relates of being the heartbreaker thingy

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